The Dance of the Long Goodbye

At dusk, I counted glimmers

Trying to deny old wounds

The pangs and bangs of thunder, reign

On my conscience soilently used.

As I reminisced on nights

Under the skies burning orbs,

My mind tried to find, some comfort in a voice.

But where the whispers were,

Desolation followed

Mirrored crow feathers

Littering the mound.

As they peck at jewels

Once lost & once found,

I continue, I reminisce,

And my whispers get gone

The voices of my memories

Have run far, far from home.

Years that I have wandered 

Rended my steps with spear 

My ink now blots these lines

Under belle blooming fields

Passing days push daisies, released from underground

Hosted by death, in its house I've reconciled...

Among the evergreen and the cedar

a voice calls out from the river

What was dank and once barren,

Ink plots out this scrimmage

I lent out my pen, to give a little listen

Enticing old souls, a voice from this missive

We bathed in its shimmer,

Crushed, in the timbers

Evening eyes behold

Night blooms: the forest givers.

I smear cursive letters, calling me home

Where the poets sleep & the poets roam

Amidst shoddy desert and urban smoke

Tempting the writer to write what's between my shoulders.

I surmised a blight silten'd en plight

Ere delights with silhouette,

No phantom could catch a lapse of breath

In the dark lines of her pirouette.

I clenched with teeth, drove heels to steed

From the shallows it once roamed the depths.

The sigil hath shown from our ink that bellowed

By our summon we had writ our rite.

In vesperation ov our divinations,

We trace the mire out to the long goodbye.